The Richest Man Yang Fei

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Yang Fei received a call from Xiaolan at 11:30 p.m.

"Mr. Yang, I'm a little busy right now. I don't have the time at noon today. How about we meet at another time?"

"It's okay, I'll wait for you. Are you in the company?"

"Oh no, I'm outside with the boss."

"where?"

"I'm negotiating with a few investors! The boss is out for now. Goodbye."

Xiaolan said and quickly hung up the phone and stepped forward: "Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Wendi said with high spirits: "Hahaha! Now Yang Fei is good-looking!"

Xiaolan said: "Mr. Zhang is so happy, is there some happy event?"

Zhang Wendi touched her forehead and sneered: "The drink tray is too small, I want to play with the next largest one!"

His words stopped abruptly and he didn't say any more.

Xiaolan also changed the topic very wisely and asked: "Mr. Zhang will be off work soon, do you think?"

Zhang Wendi asked: "What? Are you in a hurry? Do you have a date?"

Xiaolan blushed: "No, no."

Zhang Wendi waved her hand: "Okay, if you have a date, go ahead. I don't need you to follow me here."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang!" Xiaolan bent down.

Zhang Wendi walked away laughing with several investors.

Xiaolan walked out of the building and called Yang Fei again to tell her that she was off work and asked where to meet?

Yang Fei asked for her address and asked her to wait for a few minutes.

Xiaolan thought that Yang Fei was going to send someone to pick her up. She was just about to say no, but Yang Fei had already hung up the phone.

Not long after, Xiaolan saw a domineering Rolls-Royce parked next to her. The door opened and the handsome Yang Fei slowly got out of the car and smiled at her.

Two black Mercedes-Benz cars followed, and seven bodyguards followed on both sides of Yang Fei.

"Ah, Mr. Yang!" Xiaolan didn't expect that Yang Fei would come to pick her up in person, and she was a little flattered.

Yang Fei smiled slightly: "Let's get in the car first."

As he said that, he personally escorted her into the car and then turned to the other door in a graceful manner and sat next to her.

Without asking the driver, he started the car and quickly merged into the flowing traffic.

"Miss Xiaolan, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to agree to my request and come out to have dinner with me. I'm honored."

"It's not that I'm honored."

"Miss Xiaolan, what's your surname?"

"My surname is Song Song Xiaolan."

"Then I'd better call you Ms. Song. Calling you Xiaolan seems too disrespectful. Or should I respectfully call you Ms. Song?"

"I'm not married yet! In fact, you can just call me Xiaolan."

"Miss Song, have you worked for Zhang Group for a long time?"

"It didn't take long. It's only been more than two years since I graduated and started working."

"Which school did Miss Song graduate from?"

"I studied for a master's degree in economics and finance in Frankfurt."

"What a talented student! That's amazing!"

"How can my resume be nothing compared to Mr. Yang?"

Yang Fei chuckled and said, "Miss Song also pays attention to me?"

"You are so famous. There are very few people who run businesses who don't know you, right?"

"You praise me so much that I feel so happy. I enjoy being praised by such an intellectual and beautiful woman like you."

Song Xiaolan showed a happy smile.

The car stopped.

After getting off the bus, Song Xiaolan took a look at the sign and knew that this was the most upscale Western restaurant in the city.

She had been here once before with Wendi Zhang, and that time it was to treat a client to a meal. The wine was opened in 1982 and the five of them ate and drank more than 200,000 yuan.

Song Xiaolan really wanted to say, why not just have a meal? There was no need to come to such a high-end Western restaurant, but when she thought that the person treating her was the richest man, she kept her mouth shut sensibly.

Two rows of waiters stood at the door, bending down neatly and extending their arms to welcome you.

A tall woman who looked like a foreman, wearing a small women's suit and looking smart and capable, led the way and invited Yang Fei and his party to enter the restaurant.

The restaurant was quiet except for them and the restaurant staff and not a single customer in sight.

"Hey, isn't it dinner time now? Why don't you have any customers? There was a queue last time when I came here!" Song Xiaolan asked in surprise.

The foreman smiled lightly and said: "Hello, Mr. Yang has reserved our place. You and Mr. Yang are our only guests at noon today."

Song Xiaolan groaned and couldn't help being stunned and stopped.

Book the place!

Oh my gosh!

How much does it cost to book a meal at such a large Western restaurant?

The problem is that such a big place cannot be secured by having money. You also need to have face and powerful friends to speak widely!

Compared to this meal, what was the $200,000 meal I had last time?

Yang Fei smiled slightly when he saw her stop: "Miss Song, please."

Song Xiaolan said: "Mr. Yang, this is too grand and I can't bear it."

Yang Fei said: "Whether you deserve it or not depends on who invites you. If I invite you, you can afford it."

Song Xiaolan smiled sweetly: "That's right! Who calls you the richest man? No wonder I often hear people say that the value of a person depends on who you are with. If a woman marries the king, she is the queen."

Yang Fei laughed and said: "The words of the people have always made sense because they are all summarized through practice."

All the tables and chairs in the huge restaurant were moved away, and a luxurious European-style long table was placed in the middle, with flowers and fruit snacks placed on it.

Song Xiaolan said: "It's so formal that I didn't even change my clothes! It seems like I'm too hasty."

"You can look up to the emperor even without makeup." Yang Fei pulled out a heavy gold-plated chair and asked her to sit down.

"Thanks."

In this situation, Song Xiaolan had no reason not to act reserved, elegant or even a little restrained.

Yang Fei sat down opposite her, separated by a long table.

The waiter began to serve one dish after another.

The red wine is sobered and placed in a horizontal wine bottle rack.

The polite waiter poured drinks for the two of them.

Yang Fei picked up the wine glass.

Song Xiaolan quickly picked it up too.

Yang Fei said: "The dishes are served in two portions, so the wine is enough to drink as you like. How about we just treat it as a home-cooked meal?"

Song Xiaolan thought to herself that Yang Fei could see how reserved she was?

"Okay." She responded.

"I'll toast you." Yang Fei raised his glass.

"Thank you." Song Xiaolan took a sip and closed her eyes to taste it carefully.

It turns out there is such a delicious wine!

Sweet and mellow nectar is nothing more than that, right?

The last time Song Xiaolan and Wendi Zhang attended a banquet here, she drank half a glass of 1982 red wine and she still remembers the taste.

But after drinking today's wine, she no longer remembered the taste of that wine.

From now on, she will only remember the delicious taste of today's wine.

Later, when she was old, she would sit by the fire and tell her children and grandchildren that she once drank the most expensive and delicious wine with the richest man Yang Fei, and it was unforgettable for the rest of her life. From then on, all other wines in the world could not be called good.